My muscles tensed, readying for flight at the way his narrowed gaze focused on me. His head dipped down and he . . . Sniffed? Did the beast just smell me? I turned my head sideways and drew a small, discreet breath in through my nose. Ewww! I smelled like dirt, blood, and sweat. Embarrassed, and confused as to why I was embarrassed, I cringed. But why should I care what the big, scary man thought of me? I’d been tortured, nearly killed. If anyone was entitled to stink, it was me!
